Everyday I learn more and more about some incredible photo journalists who have not only recorded life and death and despair but also became a part of the story as well.

I can recall round table conversations involving the ethics rules photographers were supposed to follow and was always saddened by those who felt that they must remain as historians and saw nothing wrong with putting aside their humanity in order to get the shot. But thank God there were more who cared more about who and what they were photographing and were able to combine the photographic story telling while remaining loving and caring human beings.

This is an article about a photographer who was able to capture the moment as it unfolded and was wonderful enough to make the camera and lens secondary to the needs of a human being.